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Town To Town Lyrics

Artist: Del The Funky Homosapien
Album: Future Development

[ VERSE 1 ]They say that nice guys finish last, but I'm the leaderDrinkin liters of Seagrams with the heathensMisbehave and break the buzz, fuck the shavingsCollectin scratch for my savings before the day endsCravings for music, collaborate at a rateFaster than the speed of sound to go thatawayNo replicas, step to us, I guess the job was left to usTo kick the phonics that kept you buzzedAnd perkin, workin words, distributin herbsTo niggas livin in 'burbs cause they too petroTo come to the ghettoMind you, all we do is find you, wave and gave you a sackCome back but watch 50, they try to lift meOff the tracks but we ain't offerin crack, just bombNo need for alarm or bad karma, but arm yourselfMove in stealth, wealth is accumulatedPockets are aluminatedI make the shit I think hit even though some assume you hate itI pass judgment when the fuzz lit, take a shitJust another skit comin from the pit of BabylonBut powerful like AlvatronFrom the DecepticonsMusic is magical like a leprechaunKept you on point in many different sectorsOn Elektra, make you remember Medgar Evers and James EversMy skills sent from the heavensI wish they sold Maddog at 7-11I remember when niggas wore Thriller jacketsAnd Starter jackets and harder tacticsHad been adopted and most of y'all mocked itBut put a sock in it (* gagging sound *) for a minuteI provide the funk and y'all rock with itAs I spit it, admit it, oh shit

[ CHORUS ]It's Del the Funky HomosapienGoin from town to town to town and just makin friendsReach out and shaking handsWith the public and they love it

[ VERSE 2 ]No technical difficulties or faultiness, you salt me withThat plain-Jane-no-game-insane-to-the-brainDon't need cocaine fuckin with the AThe A-Pluster plus the A from way back in the dayFor mind expansion enhancing thoughtsI'm raw with savagery, the majesty of all in visionWait, but isn't this a good way to start?Developin art to cart scrill to kill SatanPlans for gettin Daytons are past tenseStack ends so I won't be a has-been (You know it)The question you been askin: Is Del that masked man?Rollin through our cities just rippin major venuesLike Whitney Houston like when I went to HoustonMy father is from Texas, so next bust a rhyme for timesI felt it was no hope, but no factors you formulateMade me foster hatred and made me wanna make itWhen I'm in the Bay niggas say (Del, how you doin, man?)I ain't no rap star that act hard, can't speakI leak lyrics, freak lyrics, secrete lyricsFrom my spiritsTyranny for all who hear of meBomb in a bong, my feet in a thongOn a beach with a biatch named BonbonCalled her on the Intercong, enter John OwensBetter known as Casual to y'all not knowinAbout flowin, cause your rhymes are all stolenAnother dip on the strip cause task force patrollinBut rollin blunts too fat to measureMexico's national treasure for pleasureResurrect tracks like this from my childhoodBefore it was such a wild hoodKnock on wood

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[ VERSE 3 ]My beats are meatyLet's call a peace treatyAnd stick to itI'm quick to do it, are you?So much funk you can't kick it with my crewOther than when it's time to get blue?(Shame on you)I want me a girl that's intelligentDoin shit and ain't too belligerentPicture it, chillin backyard barbecueNot trippin off what niggas are to youJealousy, well let's seeIt's a lot of that in OaklandIt started when niggas started smokinAnd snortin hop, fuck popI want the melodiesBut not the weak topics you are selling meDel is free of confinementsMy mind bendin fragile and frazzledI choose to stay underground like FragglesIn battles I'm sure to winWhile you smoke bud I drink ginIt sinks in while everyone else act on itI macked on it but not too far from redrumDon't push me, I'm not a pussyI wish we could gather at a function, drink some lagerAnd just bust hymns of funk and flavCause the slaves that are our ancestorsWould feel blessed if we did thatBefore we hear rapNow it's American children syntaxEver since it been on waxAnd that's the facts, believe it, don't mislead itAnd don't do the shit if you don't need itAnd that's real, you might not be but I amThe truth's gonna slap you in the face, so why scam?